Let me put us in a box
where memories run in loops.

Where, we never had to worry
about what comes next.

Where, forever was now
and now was forever.

Where, we couldn’t care less about tomorrow
because all that mattered was, we were together.

Let me put us in a box,
because, like all things dead,
that's where our love belong.

Like all things dead,
it was once beautiful.

Like all things dead,
it will be remembered.

Let me put us in a box,
so that even when the world goes on,
we know that, once, our love lived.

I know that I can be selfish and narcissistic and self-destructive, but underneath all that, deep down, I'm a good person.

My heart beats around the word "mine"
Like it might explode.
Maybe "my own"
Could curl around your curls and
Name you safely.

There is always something
to bother me
but
this brings smile
brings fear
tears me
makes me blush
makes me cry
but then
it's the time
says my little
heart.

Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips